"Well, I mean it."
XXXIV
"Good Lord!"
There is a gap of silence only broken when Captain Bingo says heavily:
"Then you did marry the Lavigne after all? When was it——"
"We'd pulled off the marriage at the local Registrar's a fortnight before you came down with—his wire."
"By the Living Tinker, then it was a genuine honeymoon after all!" A faint grin appears on Captain Wrynche's large perturbed face.
"Don't be epigrammatic, Wrynche." The dull weariness in the young voice gives place to quick affront. "And keep the secret. Don't give me away."
"Did I ever give you, or any other man who ever trusted me, away? Tell me that."